Articles by Eric L. Wattree

A Swingin' Afair

by Eric L. Wattree
August 8, 2004

I was told as a child Blacks had no worth, Not a nickel's worth of dimes. I believed that myth 'Til Dex rode in With his ax In double time.His horn was soarin', The changes flyin', His rhythm right on time; My heart Beat with the pleasure Of new found pride, Knowing, His blood Flowed through mine.Dex Took the chords The keyboard played, And danced around each note; Then shuffled 'em Like a deck of ...